Motherhood

This morning was cold over-cooked toast and luke warm coffee. It was up too early and still running late. It was cutting corners, welcoming adequate, and grace in spades. It was caught in the rain, it was getting by.... Continue reading →

I’m punching this post out on the fly, without thinking it through or analysing things because I’ve been trying to work it out for too long, then forgetting that I was trying to figure it out because I’m in the... Continue reading →

Little Flowers Delivery to my door has become a big part of my pregnant life. I get sore quickly, nerve pain, tired, cranky, and wrangling three boys and a belly out and about? Not good for any of our mental... Continue reading →

Four was always our number. We used to say four (we’ll see how we go), but really, it’s always been four. Our first child, Harry was (is) a boy. When we found out our second (Wyatt) was a boy,... Continue reading →

The last time I left my children to have some dedicated one on one adult time, was to plan a preschool fundraiser. A lovely bunch of ladies, but not exactly the type of remedy to the common lament I... Continue reading →

So I’ve had a serious case of mother guilt lately. Not that I’m at fault (although, I suppose I am…?) Anyway, these last couple of months I’ve been an exhausted nauseous mess and the boys have had a pretty raw... Continue reading →

(Aside from, you know, the baby, which is end of the rainbow fantastic, and goes without saying.) These last few months have been horrid, so as an act of gratitude to this most magical time, I thought I’d share some... Continue reading →

Most of the time, I use this forum to talk about real stuff, like making friends, how to reset with wild kids, or living with intention. But often, bigger questions plague my mind. Things like what would the best strategy... Continue reading →

When the boys were little, and we’d find ourselves at a playground or somewhereorother with other unknown kids running and squealing, the boys quickly learnt to say ‘Hi, my name is … what’s your name?’ And a brief friendship would... Continue reading →

I’ve just cleaned the vomit off my iPad and, guys, it’s practically brand new. Sparkling even. Just to clarify (although I’m not sure it needs clarification, but just in case, the vomit was Wyatt’s. Motion elation. The kind that flows... Continue reading →